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Nuder Mover	By : Ksennin Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 16903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“The key is to be like the leaf. Flow with the movement of my body. Airbending is all about spiral movement. When you meet resistance, you must be able to switch direction at a moment’s notice. Dance like the wind itself.”
“Shut up and fuck me!” Korra said, bouncing up and down atop him.
Tenzin sighed, still ignoring the feel of Korra’s powerful, silken body riding his. “This is not about anything so crude as ‘fucking,’ Korra. It is a type of meditation. To be the Avatar, you must be able to slow down and accept the pleasures of the world with patience and moderation. Slowly. Gently.”
He reached up to her full breasts, cupping the firm mounds with a soft touch, kneading and massaging them with care and exactitude. His fingertips brushed over her dark, stiff nipples like he was painting them. The ripe orbs swelled almost instantly, proof of Korra’s exacting lust. He rotated his hips slowly, making Korra bay as his cock shifted inside her.
“Let your mind and your spirit be free,” he advised her. “Air is the element of freedom.”
“Then why am I not free to fuck you hard?” With an impatient grunt, Korra tested him by pushing herself down to the very base of his staff.
Tenzin would not give in, though he felt her cunt pull at his cock, warm it, wetten it. She was impressively tight, rather like Pema had been before a marriage of nightly sexual communion and four children. The ease with which she took his cock now was incredible, meditatively speaking. Tenzin wished he were capable of such relaxation and looseness.
Korra pulled herself away from him only to return, her tightness like a thousand little hands palming his shaft, tickling him to orgasm. “Gaaah! I just need to come!”
“This is not about a simplistic orgasm, Korra, I am trying to show you how to raise Kundalini energy, worship the divine feminine, activate your chakras!”
“How about we just activate my pussy?” Korra asked. She slapped him suddenly, sending a surge of adrenaline through his body. Laughed when she felt the response in his cock and began to fuck herself on him, bounding, pumping, flexing her muscles. “Oh, shit, you’re a better ride than a sky bison! Yip yip, motherfucker! Yip yip!”
“Korra, please, this is not doing anything for your chi—“
Korra reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing them until Tenzin almost cried out in pain. When she felt the throb of his cock inside her, pounding harder and harder, her hand left his sack in sweet relief that almost sent Tenzin over the edge.
His breath pitched out of his control, feeling, watching her hands run over his thighs, press to his stomach, massaging the chakra there as she bounced her cunt up and down on his hard cock. It interfered severely with his spiritual concentration; perhaps she’d paid a little more attention to his teachings than he’d thought.
Still, Tenzin gave no sign that his cock was about to explode. His fists weren’t even clenched. Only someone who’d known him for a long time would notice how stiff and flat his hands were, pressed down on the mat like an armor piece on a smithy’s anvil.
“Come for me, motherfucker! Come for me while you make me come! Fuck my pussy like I’m fucking youuuuuuu!” She slammed down hard on his manhood, one last time, and shook like she was a statue being pulled apart by a team of Earthbenders. Her hands lifted high in the air, pulling hard at her braids, as she roared so hard that flame shot from her tongue.
Her cunt lunged around Tenzin’s cock, pulling on it like it never had before. Tenzin felt hot rushes all along his prick, felt his orgasm blooming inside it, but resisted it. Calmness, tranquility were the ways of the wind. He allowed his pleasure to pick himself up and roll along the hilltops and mountain peaks, but never being impeded, never touching down, never stopping. When Korra picked herself up off his cock, he was still hard.
“Don’t suppose you have anything to teach me about sucking dick?”
“Korra—“ Tenzin said patiently, “there’s more to sex than simply… ‘wham, bam, thank you kindly.’”
“You can be such a girl sometimes.” Without bothering to dress, Korra turned for the door. “I’m gonna go see if I can catch the Pro Bending match on the radio. You enjoy meditating.”
Tenzin watched her bare ass sway as she walked out the door. Then, with a sigh, he began to jerk himself off.
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“KORRA IS TENZIN’S FATHER! SHE’S THE REINCARNATION OF AANG, WHO WAS MARRIED TO KATARA, WHO GAVE BIRTH TO TENZIN!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Varrick jumped up from his chair like Mako was brandishing a sword at him, throwing himself behind said chair and barricading its back with his hands. “There’s no such thing as reincarnation! It’s just the spirit of Raava passing from one Avatar to another. That’s it! Korra and Aang are nothing alike.”
Mako shot up as well. “They have the same soul! That doesn’t mean they have to have the same personality!”
“Shouldn’t it? That’s the way it works in Doctor Wu!”
“Doctor who?”
“Doctor Wu!” Bolin said, not standing up, but sitting a little straighter. “It’s this great bunch of scrolls about a guy who rides around on a sky bison with a saddle that’s bigger on the inside, so he can fit a whole house in there. He rides around helping people and fighting evil spirits, and whenever they need to get a new artist, they have Doctor Wu get hurt really bad. To save himself, he builds a new body and astrally projects into it, so that’s why he looks and acts different. But he’s still the same guy.”
“This isn’t Doctor Wu! It’s religion! Shouldn’t a guy know a little more about religion before filming people having sex?”
“Mako, Mako!” Varrick flung his chair aside, leaning across the table in its place. “Aren’t you forgetting the time Korra traveled into the spirit world and met the other Iroh, the one that isn’t sexy? He had a ghost! How can you have a ghost if you’ve been reincarnated?”
“He’d reached enlightenment,” Mako argued, leaning right back. “He ascended to a higher plane of existence!”
“Well then, if the Avatar is one soul, and he or she always leads such a selfless, heroic life, then how come he! Or she! Never reaches enlightenment?”
Mako raised a finger. Paused. “…I’m panicking at the thought that that might be a good point.”
“What about Katara? What if she reaches a higher plane of existence? Is she never going to see Aang again, because his soul is constantly reincarnating into new bodies who fall in love with new people, who will also never see him again if they reach enlightenment?” Varrick demanded. “Or her again?” he added belatedly.
“That is kinda depressing,” Bolin said. “I guess maybe, if Katara does reach enlightenment, she could move on and date someone new in the spirit world? I mean, I do it all the time. I kinda have a bit of a thing with the ladies. Love ‘em and leave ‘em, that’s my motto.”
“Oh, I’ve noticed!” Varrick said with a crossbow finger and a wink at Bolin. “Or maybe if Toph and Katara ascended together, they could commiserate over missing Aang, still back on the crummy old material plane, bending things, they decide to have some sake together, one thing leads to another—Zhu Li! Ghosts having sex! Write it down! With—I want to say—pottery? Ghosts and pottery!”
“You’re a crazy person,” Mako said.
“Crazy, am I? Crazy like a fox bear! A rich fox bear!” Varrick sat on his desk. “Sit down, kiddo, this is where you come in! Interested in the Pro Bending tournament she’s hearing on the radio, Korra sneaks off Air Temple Island to visit the arena, where she runs into two very handsome Pro Benders…”
“Ooh, is Tahno going to be in this?” Bolin asked.
Varrick ignored him. “Also, stop me if you disagree, I feel like this story’s been off to a slow start. Lots of crap about Aang and Tenzin and Lin, who cares about them? We need to compress things, condense, concisenate! So instead of waiting a million years like in hinky real life, it’s time to introduce Republic City’s most eligible bachelorette right out of the gate! Korra goes to the pro bending arena, where she meets one Asami Soto…”
“I know her!” Bolin cried.
Mako’s arms seemed permanently crossed. “And what about Korra being Tenzin’s father?”
“Eh!” Varrick shrugged. “We’ll hang a little lampshade on it.”
“What?”
“You know, make some dumb joke about how stupid it is. That way, people will know that we know how silly it is and move on.”
“How does that make it better? Joking about how crappily you’ve written something doesn’t just magically make your writing better. That’s like saying just because you acknowledged how weird that section where Lin raped Korra is, it’s okay that you wrote it!”
Varrick steepled his hands together. “Mako, please. Listen to the lampshade.”
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“And Tenzin!” Korra added, poking her head back in the door, catching his masturbation with an amused look. “Who’s your daddy?”
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Bolin laughed hard, slapping his knee. “Whoa! I was worried that was going to be awkward, but that really does dispel the tension!” He wiped the tears from his eyes. “She should say that all the time. People would hear it, remember how funny it was the first time she said it, and laugh all over again, even if the situation she’s saying it in now isn’t that funny!”
“Bolin, I like the way you think!” Varrick cheered.
Mako turned to his brother. “Be afraid. Be very afraid.”
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